As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

On little cat feet--Merci's art project

I fill up my own printer cartridges to save money. I swear I cleaned up everything after refilling the cartridges but somehow Merci the cat found a pool of ink and made her own art. Later I found the source of all the ink--Merci knows how to open cupboard doors.